Showing posts with label Veach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Veach. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Our First Road Trip in the 5th Wheel part 1

When looking back at our attempt to become full time RVers, I often think of the phrase, "The best laid plans of mice and men, often go awry." Our original plans were built on the assumption that Ron would be able to drive and I would act as navigator. Unfortunately, his vision has become a major hindrance when it comes to driving safely. Therefore, we were left with the choice of giving up and moving back into a sticks and bricks home; or, I would become the driver.
Our first road trip is now history; and, I drove every mile. I won't lie and say it was a breeze, enjoyable, or stress-free. In fact, it was the opposite.  However, throughout the entire trip, I saw God's tender mercies, and guiding hand watching over us. My hope and prayer is that in time, it will become easier, less stressful, and an enjoyable experience.

Our route took us through parts of East Texas, across Arkansas and up into the south-east corner of Missouri.  From there, we drove completely across Kentucky.  We broke the trip into 3 segments, stopping overnight at KOA campgrounds in Hot Springs, Arkansas; Paducah, Kentucky; and our turn around point in Argilite, Kentucky. At each campground, we reserved pull-through sites with full hook-ups. We left the 5th wheel connected at overnight stops; just to eliminate re-hooking and make getting back on the road easier.  For MOST of the trip, the sites were relatively level and easy to get in and out of.  That doesn't mean it wasn't still nerve wracking! Thankfully, Ron gave me a blessing of comfort each morning, and we relied heavily on prayer to keep us aware of our surroundings and guide us on our way.


My navigator, Ron

Our home on wheels at the Paducah KY KOA site.
This campground was so easy to get in and out of; and, it  was
located near a small pond. Unfortunately, it isn't right off the
highway; which made for a slight detour just to get there. 

We knew stopping for fast food and at convenient stores for fuel weren't options because of the size of our rig.  So, we packed picnic lunches for each day's travel and stopped at road side rests along the interstate. To refuel, we used truck stops; which made us realize we needed to adjust our travel time significantly.  Waiting your turn at the diesel pumps with an army of semi trucks eats up the minutes on your travel clock! But, I learned that truck drivers are polite, helpful, and safety minded. It is more expensive to buy diesel at truck stops; but, our Good Sam membership gave us a discount at Pilot truck stops. Now we need to find a way to get a discount at Love's.

While our main purpose for the trip was to attend the memorial service for my mother's sister, Nora Lee, we were able to visit with Ron's family and do some sight seeing. Our trip was early enough in the year that we were able to see so many beautiful wildflowers and spring blooms such as tulips, daffodils, lilacs, and dogwood trees.  For most of the trip we were able to enjoy pleasant temperatures. We did have some incidents of rain; but, prayer helped us through those as well.

Texas wildflowers

dogwood blossom

small lake at our campsite


Nora was buried in South Webster, next to her first husband, Lawrence. In the same area, I found the grave sites for Uncle Bud, Mom's brother; her parents Oscar and Minnie, and a cousin that died of sudden infant death syndrome. There were also many extended Veach relatives buried there. I took pictures of their grave sites; but, there are far too many to add to this post.





Many of my Veach cousins still live in Southern Ohio.  Most of them attended the memorial service and we spent the afternoon at a local restaurant, just catching up with one another.  I believe the last time I saw them was when our grandmother, Minnie, passed away. I can't even remember how many years ago that was; probably close to 30. The faces have changed; we are all gray and wrinkled now. But, the love is still there and as we shared memories, the years seemed to drop away. It was a bittersweet gathering and I am so thankful we made the trip.

Karla, Allison, John, Denise, and her husband, Jim

Jane's husband Doug, Jane, and their son Ethan

Norie's great-grandchildren: Lexie, Logan, and Shelby
with their mother, Raquel

My brother, Bob and our cousin Billie

Bob's son Christopher and his wife Kathy Lee

Ellen, Jane's daughter Emily and her husband, Mary Ann

John, Billie's husband Mike, John's daughter Danielle and his wife Marilyn

My cousins John Wesley and Billie Lee; Norie's
two children. 

During lunch, Allison told me that Grandma Veach's house is for sale. She said it has been on the market for quite a while. She asked if any of the cousins would be interested in buying it. If so, she would be willing to make sure it is taken care of. She thought it would be a great place to have for family that live far away to stay in when they visit. She also mentioned using it as a family reunion location. Those are wonderful ideas; and, if I had enough money just laying around I'd consider it.  However, that just isn't practical for us.  I will always cherish the memories of sleepovers there with my cousins, dressing up in Grandma's vintage clothes collection, and helping grandpa feed his dogs or pick raspberries.  I'll forever be thankful for those special childhood memories and hope to provide my own family with opportunities to create their own cousin memories.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Family Recipes: Grandma Veach

After Mom passed away, my daughter-in-law, Jamie, made copies of some of her recipes and laminated them.  She then gave the women in our family a set of each with the dry ingredients from one recipe in a beautiful canning jar. It was such a thoughtful gesture, so indicative of Jamie's personality. It made me realize that food is a connection that can tie generations together; which motivated me to enter these recipes in the family blog.

When my sister-in-law, Deb, cleaned out Mom's kitchen while we were prepping the house for sale, she gave me Mom's recipe box. As I have gone through the box, so many memories have flooded my mind. I know I can make copies of the recipes and give them to each of the girls; but, today I wanted to reflect on some that mean the most to me. That way there is a personal reflection attached to these recipes and maybe they will become family favorites for coming generations.

The first recipe I remember being aware of, was Mashed Potato Doughnuts.  My grandmother (Minnie Veach, Mom's mother) would use her left-over potatoes to make doughnuts because nothing went to waste in her kitchen. I was always fascinated by the fact that she could take something so bland and make a delicious, warm treat.  Each time she would cook a dinner for the family that included mashed potatoes, I would secretly fret when anyone would ask for a second or third helping of mashed potatoes. I just knew there wouldn't be enough left over for doughnuts; but, when there was, Grandma would whip up a batch of doughnuts in no time. Here is Grandma Minnie's recipe.

OLD-FASHIONED POTATO DOUGHNUTS
(note: ingredients listed are for 1 cup of left-over mashed potatoes)

3 tablespoons shortening
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1 cup mashed potatoes
3 cups flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
vegetable oil for frying

Cream shortening and sugar; add egg and beat well. Stir in milk and potatoes.  Combine dry ingredients, stirring well.  Place dough on a lightly floured surface. (In my grandmother's case, it was a clean dish towel, heavily dusted with flour.) Knead lightly and roll to 1/2 inch thickness. Cut with a 2 1/2 inch doughnut cutter. (Grandma used one that was aluminum with a red wooden handle.) Heat 3-4 inches of oil to 375 degrees (Grandma used a cast iron skillet.) Drop 3-2 doughnuts into the oil; cooking for about 1 minute on each side or until they are golden brown.  Drain the doughnuts on a paper towel. (Grandma used brown paper sacks.) Mix together 1 cup of sugar and 1 1/2 tablespoon cinnamon and sprinkle on the doughnuts.

I don't really remember whether or not the doughnuts were delicious; but, I do remember being fascinated by the things Grandma could in the kitchen!

I think most of Grandma's recipes are closely tied to the fact that they lived on such meager funds. Many of the things they ate were produced on their little farm or hunted; and, Grandma made everything from scratch. I don't know if this next recipe is one that was handed down to her or one she made up on her own. I just remember eating it fresh out of the oven and loving the taste.

GRANDMA VEACH'S OATMEAL CAKE

Cake:

  • Put 1 cup quick cooking oatmeal and 1 stick of butter in a large bowl, pour in 1 1/4 cups boiling water. Mix well with a fork until the butter is melted. Let mixture stand to absorb water. 
  • Combine 1 cup white sugar, 1 cup brown sugar, 2 eggs and beat until smooth.  Add to the oatmeal mixture
  • Sift together 1 1/3 cups flour, 1 teaspoon baking soda, 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, and 1/2 teaspoon salt. Add to the liquid mixture and beat until smooth.  
  • Pour into a greased 9 X 13 pan and bake at 350 degrees for 20-30 minutes.  

Topping:

  • Combine 3/4 stick of soft butter, 3/4 cup white sugar, 1/4 cup evaporated milk, 1 cup coconut. Mix well and spread on cake. 
  • Return to oven for 5-10 minutes set at broil to toast coconut. 

Rarely do I remember my grandparents actually buying food that was ready made.  The one exception was when I traveled from Ft. Knox, Kentucky to Ohio with them to spend the summer. They stopped at a little market on the way out of town to pick up a package of bologna, a jar of mayo, and bag of hamburger buns. We stopped at a state park half way between Ft. Knox and South Webster to eat lunch and for some reason, those bologna sandwiches were the most delicious I'd ever tasted!

Occasionally, for special treats, Grandma and Grandpa would take us to get an ice cream cone in the nearby town; or, they would drive over to a little community store in Scioto Furnace and let us pick out a dime's worth of penny candy from a huge, glass display case.  These are such sweet childhood memories of my wonderful grandparents that I will always cherish.